the pulpits standing empty, the congregations left because to qualify for piety they had to p*ss a test [q:] how much “roughly” is your god worth to you? [q:] and if he said “lay down your life for me” could you give that too?

[chorus:] and will they never understand that the future is in man

the priests, when told of starving kids, look on in mock dismay while thinking of new ways by which to make religion pay money from m*ss misery? there’s nothing wrong with that the church holds out a bloodstained hand to p*ss around the hat

“by the pr*cking in my thumbs something wicked this way comes” [shakespeare]